Chapter 3375: Old Drunkard Training

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"Otherwise, where do you think it is?" Seeing that I was still making a fuss, he began to analyze with a serious face, and the old drunkard who followed him raised his eyebrows with a gun in hand.

"Don't you think it's rude to start construction in someone else's backyard without the owner's permission?" I felt it was necessary to remind the old drunkard who was the boss of this home and this territory.

"Oh, I've already said hello to Vilas and the others."

"Say hello to me too!"

"At that time, you were at a low point in your life, hiding under the covers and not coming out."

"It sounds like I've been depressed for a long time. My recovery speed is super fast. Ordinary adventurers encounter this kind of setback. Wouldn't it take a year and a half to cheer up?"

Thinking of myself buried under the quilt and crying in Willas's arms, I blushed slightly and immediately defended loudly. This was an unavoidable objective matter determined by objective reasons, objective reasons, objective history, and objective circumstances.

"I understand, I understand. You are worthy of praise for being silly and optimistic."

"Just feel free to ridicule and wait and see."

I gritted my teeth. If I could regain my strength this time, the first thing I had to do was to fulfill the vow I had not fulfilled before. I would trample the old drunkard under my feet and watch her struggle and see that she couldn't drink. It was such a beautiful sight to let out a miserable cry. Even if it was just to do this thing, I had to cheer up and work harder.

"It's a good thing you have such a lofty goal." The old drunkard showed a courageous look and patted me on the shoulder encouragingly. Oops, was he being used to read minds again? Despicable alliance dog!

"Then, in order to realize your great wish, now..." Humming a dark tune of losing all integrity and polluting the environment, she came to the center of the open space and took a glance.

"The place is still a bit small. Old Farah, an old miser, doesn't want to spend any more effort, so it's just enough to train a weakling like you."

While muttering to himself words that partly made me agree and partly made me angry, the old drunkard pointed his spear at me and raised his chin maliciously.

"Why are you just standing there stupidly? Run around the open space ten times for me first."

I:"……"

On this day, someone finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the devilish training of the old drunkard, and the humiliation of being hit on the head and stabbed in the face with the end of a spear, and the humiliation of wanton ridicule.

It was just noon, and I was lying on the ground like a dead dog, gasping for air.

"Useless guy, I thought you could last at least one day." The old drunkard sat on a stone pier brought from nowhere, yawning and raising his legs.

"Sir, Master Kasha, it's time for lunch." At this time, a gentle and pretty figure came down the stairs. It was Vilas carrying a steaming food basket. As expected, she knew about this mysterious underground training space.

Seeing my little wife, the little dog Veras, appear, I didn't want her to see the miserable side of me sticking out my tongue and turning into a tired dog, so I mustered up the last bit of strength to sit up and wipe the heavy rain of sweat on my cheeks. Pretend that nothing is wrong and keep your eyes calm.

You see, just training is not a problem for me at all, it is just a warm-up exercise.

"Oh, don't you still have the strength? Let's run three more laps." Swallowing his saliva, the old drunkard came forward and took the food basket from Vilas's hand. He said this without looking back, and his tone matched my gaze. As if nothing had happened, the wind was light and the clouds were calm.

I almost vomited a mouthful of blood in my heart, you guy, you don't do this even if you want to eat alone, are you kidding me to death?

"Master Kasha, you are already tired. How about taking a rest? No matter how hard you train, you have to balance work and rest." Vilas looked at the two of us with worried eyes. Obviously, my poor acting skills of trying to force myself up just now were not deceived. to her.

"So, do you listen to me, or do you listen to your gentle little wife?" As he spoke, the old drunkard grabbed the delicacies in the basket with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth without thinking about his appearance, still with his head down. He spoke vaguely without replying.

"You're cruel." I punched the old drunkard's back vigorously, and I became even more determined to fulfill my original vow, if one day I could regain my strength.

He staggered up, stepped on his trembling legs, gritted his teeth, and continued running around a space as big as two football fields.

Before, I was a little bit disgusted that it was too small. After all, I was still the same myself in the master era. The training ground and the battle arena were not even ten miles away. It was simply not enough. It was only the size of two football fields. Even if I was swimming in shallow water. , The tiger falls in Pingyang, where is the shallow water here, and where is the Pingyang, it is clearly a puddle and an iron cage, okay, you are looking down on people.

Now, I hate that the place is too big, three circles, three circles!

The old drunkard was trotting staggeringly, listening to follow me, and occasionally using his spear to "supervise" me a few times. While he was eating and drinking, he was teasing Vilas, who was following me uneasily.

"Balance between work and rest? Which idiot did you listen to? Are you talking about herding sheep or training? If it's the former, you know better, I have nothing to say. If it's the latter, who told you, who are you going to slap? Just give him a slap and let him be lazy. Don't teach others bad things."

After chewing off a piece of thigh meat, this lazy drunkard said without shame: "What is training? That means training to death. You can practice until you can't move a finger every day. You can even fall asleep immediately while lying on a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. That's what we call training." Training, no real strong man comes out of the work-rest training. If you don’t believe it, you can go back to the camp and see the students in the training camp, or Carlos Seattle, who is touted as a genius by everyone. Those little devils, even the bratty girl and Alto who are said to be more talented than Tarasha, ask them what their usual training is like."

"In a word, as long as you are not dead, practice to death."

"It's just two sentences." I gritted my teeth and turned around to correct him angrily. Then I saw the old drunkard's mouth wide open, the half-chewed meat almost leaking out, disgusting, and Vilas also looked shocked.

"Look." Soon, the old drunkard came back to his senses, rolled his tongue, sucked in his mouth, chewed a few times and swallowed the mouthful of food into his stomach, and then suddenly became energetic.

"Look, my training has yielded results so quickly. This brat has become smarter. This is the power of me, Master Kasha. Why does Akara rely on me? Now you know the reason."

Go away, this kind of devilish training that goes to death has nothing to do with IQ. Do you still want to be shameless? Do you know you are ashamed?

If I had known earlier, I should have sacrificed this kind of guy to those heroic spirit seniors. Maybe the seniors felt happy when they saw such a shameless guy being punished, and suddenly figured it out, and their resentment was resolved. I need to transform into some kind of Holy Moon Wise Wolf or explode whatever kind of thing I need.

And you, why? My little dog, the most gentle and considerate little wife, why do you nod in agreement with a look of surprise on your face? What on earth is wrong with you? You are not the Vilas I know!

I almost spit out my blood. I was so angry that I just wanted to lie on the ground and pretend to be salted fish. I was completely despondent. Unfortunately, the old drunkard's spear always came in time. Once I showed signs of falling over, he would hit me accurately. The knees, sides, waist, etc. magically help me maintain balance. If I move slowly, the spear will appear in time to help me speed up.

After falling into this guy's hands, her body stopped obeying her orders. She couldn't stop or fall down. Even if her whole body was cramping or even unconscious, she could only continue running driven by her spear.

This old drunkard might not have been a corpse chaser in his previous life.

After finally running three laps, I collapsed completely. I didn't even have the strength to chew the food that Vilas brought to my mouth, and I almost choked to death.

Fortunately, the considerate little dog prepared some hot soup and barely drank a few large bowls. It finally replenished some energy and restored a little bit of physical strength. Before he could rest, he was rushed to train again by the old drunkard.

On the first day of training, I don’t know how I left the underground training ground. I should have passed out immediately when it was over. This reminded me of the time when I was punched by a young junior sister in order to break through to the intermediate level of World Power. The memory of the person who is about to lose his memory.

By the way, why can I still recall it with my low-capacity brain if I’m about to lose it? Don't worry about the details, cuteness is justice, because she is a junior sister.

I remember that at that time, just like now, it was common for me to have only half a breath left after being tortured, and to be knocked unconscious by a punch from my junior sister. I even doubted my life at the beginning, and was lost at the crossroads of destiny. I was so weak. , who can't even bear a casual punch from his junior sister, is he really the savior, not the dark version of Don Quixote? Could it be that those hell monsters have been using their lives to cooperate with my acting, making me think that I am strong?

The current situation is similar, but this time it is not an illusion, I have really become weaker, and in comparison, I still prefer the feeling before. Of course, let me explain in advance that I am definitely not shaking, even if the other party is Junior sister, even if it means being beaten by such a delicate, delicate and cute little fist, I refuse.

The reason why I like it is probably because of the difference between the two. It's like an exhausted dragon and an exhausted mortal. He can't even lift a finger, but the dragon It is still a giant dragon, and its momentum is still there. When faced with enemies who want to take advantage of the situation, even if they choose the worst approach and die together, a big self-destruction or something, they can also take away the enemies in front of them, and by the way involve a large group of people. Guy with good intentions.

What about mortals? Not to mention whether you have the ability to resist when you are exhausted, even if you are full of energy, can you resist in the face of an enemy that is ready to move?

In the final analysis, it is a matter of choice. The former can be chosen, but the latter cannot be chosen. To put it more clearly, it is essentially a matter of dignity and face. The former will die heroically and proudly, while the latter will not die even if he lives. Life is humble and frustrating.

So, I crave milk...ah, I crave electrons, neutrons, protons and power!

Now I am more eager than ever! ! !

This sudden new desire is no longer for protecting anyone, nor is it for other, great, or high-sounding dreams and reasons.

Just because I am used to it, I know its convenience and its value, so I don’t want to lose it, and in order to maintain the man’s pitiful but essential self-esteem and face, buried deep in my heart, I think I have never had it. A little pride.

Of course, the original desire to protect everyone has not diminished at all. The two desires overlapped each other, and the dual desires brought more and more desires. I learned how to be a brick folding stool in the rain of bullets. A dabai scholar who moves in a cool and unrestrained manner.

No, there is no time to complain now, I mean, there is no time to even be frustrated, don’t think about anything, don’t hesitate about anything, follow your instinct, pursue this desire, and fight! Let’s train!

Months passed in the blink of an eye, and I finally regained my original strength... Although I wanted to say this, it was a pity that this was just the beginning of my suffering, and only a few days had passed.

In the underground training ground of my home, my miserable figure and the lazy and boring look of the old drunkard, who seemed to have no intention of teaching at all, became a fixed scenery.

"You bastard, run faster. Didn't you eat in the morning? Or have your legs become as soft as your balls?"

"After eating it, I vomited it all out from exhaustion, you bastard! You are Dandan, and your whole family is Dandan."

As I ran, I yelled angrily. This was the only way to vent my physical and mental exhaustion and resentment. Thinking back to those days... Forget it, let's not think about it. Just think of it as starting from scratch in a different world. When I think about it, I'm actually a little happy, now I'm just missing one Rem-chan!

There are two little maids, but don’t expect too much from them to take care of you tenderly. I also sent Vilas and the others away. I don’t want my current weak and ugly appearance to be exposed to their eyes for a long time, although I know they won’t mind at all. , but I mind, yes, it’s still the man’s poor self-esteem that’s causing trouble.

Now, I feel a little regretful. If there are girls around, the old drunkard can be more restrained and don't expect to reduce the amount of nightmare training. At least he can keep his irritating mouth tighter.

I'm a little doubtful that the rapid improvement in strength and skills of the first and second senior brothers and sister Sharna were actually caused by this mouth.

When you are weak, the old drunkard is a good at sarcastic and irritating guy. He can make you so tired that you are lying on the ground limply. He jumps up in anger, runs three laps with this resentment, and then faints. .

When you become a little stronger, she will start to add more spices. Not only will she be sarcastic, but she will also use a spear to teach you how to behave, both verbally and physically. Not to mention a gentleman, she is not even as good as a villain. I, a wild job changer, used to I skipped the first stage and directly saw the complete old drunkard in the second stage. As a result, I still have to relive it now and feel the old drunkard's mountain of kindness [teacher's love].

Well, in a sense, this is indeed a talent, but it just cannot make any student who accepts her teaching happy and admired...

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